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Hail of bullets, man. No question about it. Put me in the middle of a mob war with a tommy gun. Take some sons o' bitches down with me, too. I don't see any other way to go. Just too perfect. Action, drama, excitement. It's all there, waiting for me. I just gotta find the right family, if you know what I mean.

I think I'd want to go cleanly and quietly. Go take a nap under a tree on a nice day and not wake up. I know it sounds like it's out of some corny movie, but hey, it's my wish. :P

The only way I'd kill myself would be if I were in a hospital bed in horrible pain with a dim future. I'd want one of those morphine buttons in my fist, and I'd just pump myself full of it and slip away painlessly.

pushing a stroller out and an old lady out of traffic. no... jumping out of a burning building... no...
i think it would be great to die fucking. just to think, it would be the last piece i ever got and the last hump for the scarred for life girl.. no... guns... cool clothes, a black trench coat, bad guys and me, with lots of guns. no.... yeah... guns.. and screwing... wait... sorry, i can't choose.

I want the whole gas-station explosion that takes up a block. That'd be glorious. Deaths should be glorious. I believe in that 'choose your method of execution' thing in MP's 'Meaning of Life.' Being chased by a murderous group of topless women dressed in lacrosse gear (?) would be nice.

One of my top choices, believe me. Especially after Death to Smoochy. I mean, how can you compete with that? It's mainly either them or the good ol' Italian mafia (thanks to the Godfather), but every once in a while I get a brief obsession with the Russian mafia (most of the time they just seem like a bunch of pricks though).

I want the whole gas-station explosion that takes up a block. That'd be glorious. Deaths should be glorious.

i agree wholeheartedly. i think something like that that puts on a real fireworks show for the still-living. also something that happens in a split-second so you feel no pain. i wonder what happens to your mind when you die in something like an explosion and you vaporize. do you flash-forward to "the other side"?

I want to die alone. In a log cabin, next to a fire. Bundeled up in a blanket, rocking in a rocking chair. I want it to be dusk. I can hear the waves hitting the shore. My children are on the beach, I can't hear them, but I know they are safe. I would be holding a book. Not reading it, just holding it. Staring into the fire. I would be thinking of the meaning of life, and that I can just look it up in the dictionary.

I'd like to go out with that special someone. Of course, I don't have that special someone at the moment, so yeah. Heh. It'd be nice, though. Also has to do with my little idea of how I'd like to go out that I was mentioning before.

Something about lots of drugs, knives and being with the person you love and dying together. Kind of nice.

Wumpscut says it better:

"once someone told
a story about these small desert birds
throwing themselves
in thorns when copulating in lust

and while embraced by death
they sing so fine than never
and while embraced by death
they stay in love forever

like martyrs do
they dedicate their lifes in deep vein
of ancient vows
and die of flaring ardour in haze

thorns they lurk on roses stem
they do intend no harm them

squeezing me hard
in thorns that burn like a fire inside
thrilling my head
until they rip my shivering skin

thorns they lurk on roses stem
they do intend no harm them
they lurk on bodies stem
they make my heart arise them"
-Thorns, by far, the best Wumpscut song. Ever.

When I finally reach a ripe old age where I've gone senile or can't walk on my own anymore, I want to buy massive amounts of heroin and inject some every hour or so. I've always been curious about that drug but I refuse to try it since it's highly addictive. So why not do it when I'm nice and old and about to die anyway.

Hold both arms straight out in front of you, plams down and hands in fists, with the thumb side of each fist together. Move your fists in a countreclockwise circle, bringing your hands close against your chest, all the way out, and back again.

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